Seasons are like seasonings,Each a complex tasteAmplifying appetites ofSouls with senses graced.Open up your windows,Nestle in your beds,Scent the scents of wakening fields,Gaze at golds and reds.Revel in the tang of timeEven now when nightEnds too soon the caravansTraveling towards light.In gratitude for beingNow sing that all might hear!Give the gift of merriment!Sing of love and cheer!